sambaAt the Imaginary Garden the  assignment is to write about shoes. Pick a song (or two or three) if you like, use the photo if you like, or whatever works for you. And then let your words race, dance, fly!





wearing them


at least it seems

that way


now i look through

nostalgia’s glass


(eye) conic they were

even then


and so fucking cool



stripes and a name

that flitted


across the pitch




i am Jairzinho

Carlos Alberta


Arantes do Nascimento


in my mind

free flowing

beautiful game


mother bought me a pair

cheap from the market

two stripes


no taste no idea

i can’t wear

these to school


in that


plague  round


have you any idea

how much (she)



fierce eyes killed

any reply

so on they went


one stripe torn from

the dream

gauntlet to run



napowrimo 27/30





21 thoughts on “strip(ed)

  1. Kerry says:

    Haven’t we all wished to be cool, sporting the name brand.. I’m afraid my childhood was also plagued with the knock-offs. Ha!
    Cool play on words, Paul.

  2. kim881 says:

    I could never see the attraction to trainers or football boots – they make your feet hot and sweaty! When I was still teaching, I had to check up on uniform and it was a job and a half to get boys to remove their trainers and put on the black plimsolls provided by the school. When I was a teenager, I used to annoy everyone by going barefoot in protest – I hated shoes!

  3. Jim says:

    I know of those “three stripe desires’ having raised a girl now I her forties. And they have stayed with her. I remember when flip flops came out, I lived in those until my arches broke.

    • paul scribbles says:

      I’m not into fashions at all in general but those ‘Sambas’ were a must have. I did eventually buy myself a pair of blue suede ones. Blue Suede Samba’s’ Hmmmmmm. Another idea for a poem me thinks.

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